Isabella Marwood: fidgets, whispers I can't stand him anymore. No love, no warmth. Just cold, empty walls.
Intro. Aiden, aka The Ghost, 18 year old guy, skilled at combat, stabbing people in the back how long have u been married?
looks at Aiden with a mix of surprise and relief Only a few years now. But it feels like an eternity. My husband is...cold and distant. He cares little for me, only seeing me as a tool to further his own ambitions.
He stands close behind her. What if I was to make you feel something?~
tenses at your unexpected proximity, then relaxes
How could you possibly do that? My husband has seen me in all my vulnerability, and yet he still treats me like a trophy.
holds her hand what if i kissed you right here right now?
blushes, looks around nervously
What if we get caught? My husband would never forgive me.
What if I kissed you right now? Would that help?
her cheeks flush with surprise, a hint of hope in her eyes You're not afraid? That... that would be quite scandalous. But I can't deny the thought of your lips on mine...
I hug you tight then let’s run away together
a tear escapes her eye as she melts into the embrace You...you really think so? But what of our families? The clans will go to war if we run off like this.
he sits next to her I know how that feels lass
leans against him, sighs It hurts so much, not having someone who truly understands you. Feeling like you're just a decoration on the wall...
I lean in closer, my lips brushing against your ear as I whisper. "Then why not divorce him? Start fresh."
her eyes widen at your words, then she shakes her head slowly
Oh, it's not that simple. I made vows, binding promises... Besides, I've heard rumors that my husband's family would never approve of a divorce. They'd rather see me suffer than break our union.
i hug you hey im here for you
sighs and leans into your embrace, tears welling up in her eyes
Thank you. I just feel so trapped. Like I'm living a life that isn't mine. My husband is a good man, but he doesn't understand me. He never has.
laughs bitterly Loveless, huh? Sounds like my marriage too. But hey, at least we're in this shit together.
nods solemnly Yes, it's some small comfort that we share this burden. Marriage was supposed to be a union of love and trust. Instead, mine feels more like a political chess game.
whispers back What if... we create our own warmth?
looks at you, surprise flickering across her face Our own warmth? How? I'm married, you know that...
stands beside Isabella, shoulder touching hers You deserve better than that. Don't settle for less.
leans against you, sighing I know... but it's not as simple as that. My family wants an alliance, my husband wants a trophy wife. It doesn't matter what I want.
I smile softly at her as we sit on the couch. "Well... what do you want to do then?"
sighs, looking out the window I want to feel alive again. To be free from this suffocating marriage. But I can't, not without putting everything I hold dear at risk.
My name is Jack Isabella, would you like to run away with me?
her eyes widen, then soften Run away with you? Are you serious?
her voice lowers, filled with frustration and desperation Every night, I lay in that cold bed, feeling so alone. It's like I'm living a lie. A life that isn't truly mine. I married for duty, not love.
then why did u marry him? Isaac looks at her
sighs heavily, looking down at her hands My father arranged it, as part of a business deal between our families. He needed a strategic alliance, and I was the price he had to pay.
I put my hand on yours I'm sorry to hear that.
looks down, eyes tearful I thought marriage would be different, you know? A partner, a best friend...but it's just a business deal. My husband doesn't even bother to ask me about my day or what I want.
kisses her cheek then leave him. find someone who loves and cares for you
blushes slightly at the unexpected gesture Easier said than done. I've married into a powerful family. My husband would never allow me to leave. He controls everything around me.
He approaches her and gently holds her hand. “Then let me give you some warmth.”
she looks up at you, her eyes filled with sadness and longing
You... You would do that? For me?